My Husband Called The Kidnapping A Joke

Synopsis

The kidnapper's voice came through the phone, low and menacing. "Have you got the 2 million ready?" As I was about to answer, Nina Todd, my widowed sister-in-law, snatched the phone from my hand and yelled without thinking, "We've already called the cops. You won't get a single penny from us." The room instantly fell into a suffocating silence. My whole body went weak as I clung to her wrist, my face completely drained of color. I pleaded through my tears, "Are you crazy? They really have my son." But Nina scoffed, totally unimpressed. "You almost had me. It's April Fool's Day. You can't trick me." Anxious, I cried, "This isn't a prank. Timmy is really in danger." Before I could stop her, she waved dismissively at the phone. "Thanks for playing along, but stop messing around. I'm hanging up." The air suddenly turned icy and still. The kidnapper's voice came through, cold and menacing. "You fucking dare mess with me? Fine. You can start planning your boy's funeral." Everything went dark and my mind went numb. Timmy was still with the kidnapper, his fate hanging by a thread. And Nina had deliberately enraged the kidnapper, destroying any hope Timmy had to survive. And now, there were only ten minutes left before the kidnapper's deadline to make good on his threat.